Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Can,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.